I do not know what possessed me when I wrote this. You will not understand what is written, even I do not. But it is something truly from the heart.
Am I sane? she asks.
What do I say?
Oh! What do I say?
Will a ‘no’ satisfy her?
Will a ‘yes’ be truth?
I know what she thinks.
I know how she feel.
I know her emotions well.
But none could set me free.
Bound I must be then.
‘Wish I was’ is actually the phrase.
Neither am bound nor free.
Betwixt Hell and Heaven I live.
In Good and Bad I merge.
Sanity and Insanity are words as well.
Maybe that is why I am in them too.
What is Truth?
What is Lie?
Who is Me? Who has Died?
Why didn’t I sleep?
Why did I cry?
She wants to go away, I am fine.
Yet this heart has a desire.
Mind & heart are not working I guess.
Then she asks me.
“Am I Sane?”
What do I say?
Oh! What do I say?
Will a ‘no’ satisfy her?
Will a ‘yes’ be truth?
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